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There was once a father who had nine daughters, and they were all
marriageable, but the youngest was the most beautiful.

The father was a werewolf. One day it came into his head, "What is the
good of having to support so many girls?" So he determined to put them all
out of the way.

He went accordingly into the forest to hew wood, and he ordered his
daughters to let one of them bring him his dinner. It was the eldest who
brought it.

"Why, how come you so early with the food?" asked the woodcutter.

"Truly, father, I wished to strengthen you, lest you should fall upon
us, if famished!"

"A good lass! Sit down whilst I eat."

He ate, and whilst he ate he thought of a scheme. He rose and said, "My
girl, come, and I will show you a pit I have been digging."

"And what is the pit for?"

"That we may be buried in it when we die, for poor folk will not be
cared for much after they are dead and gone."

So the girl went with him to the side of the deep pit.

"Now hear," said the werewolf. "You must die and be cast in there."

She begged for her life, but all in vain. So he laid hold of her and
cast her into the grave. Then he took a great stone and flung it in upon
her and crushed her head, so the poor thing breathed out her soul. When
the werewolf had done this he went back to his work, and as dusk came on,
the second daughter arrived, bringing him food. He told her of the pit,
and brought her to it, and cast her in, and killed her as the first. And
so he dealt with all his girls, up to the last.

The youngest knew well that her father was a werewolf, and she was
grieved that her sisters did not return. She thought, "Now where can they
be? Has my father kept them for companionship, or to help him in his
work?"

So she made the food which she was to take him, and crept cautiously
through the wood. When she came near the place where her father worked,
she heard his strokes felling timber, and smelt smoke. She saw presently a
large fire and two human heads roasting at it. Turning from the fire, she
went in the direction of the ax strokes and found her father.

"See, said she. "Father, I have brought you food."

"That is a good lass," said he. "Now stack the wood for me whilst I
eat."

"But where are my sisters?" she asked.

"Down in yon valley drawing wood," he replied. "Follow me, and I will
bring you to them."

They came to the pit. Then he told her that he had dug it for a grave.
"Now," said he, "you must die, and be cast into the pit with your
sisters."

"Turn aside," father, she asked, "whilst I strip off my clothes, and
then slay me if you will."

He turned aside as she requested, and then -- tchich! she gave him a
push, and he tumbled headlong into the hole he had dug for her. She fled
for her life, for the werewolf was not injured, and he soon would scramble
out of the pit.

Now she hears his howls resounding through the gloomy alleys of the
forest, and swift as the wind she runs. She hears the tramp of his
approaching feet, and the snuffle of his breath. Then she casts behind her
her handkerchief. The werewolf seizes this with teeth and nails, and rends
it till it is reduced to tiny ribands. In another moment he is again in
pursuit foaming at the mouth, and howling dismally, whilst his red eyes
gleam like burning coals. As he gains on her, she casts behind her her
gown, and bids him tear that. He seizes the gown and rives it to shreds,
then again he pursues. This time she casts behind her her apron, next her
petticoat, then her shift, and at last runs much in the condition in which
she was born. Again the werewolf approaches. She bounds out of the forest
into a hayfield and hides herself in the smallest heap of hay. Her father
enters the field, runs howling about it in search of her, cannot find her,
and begins to upset the different haycocks, all the while growling and
gnashing his gleaming white fangs in his rage at her having escaped him.
The foam flakes drop at every step from his mouth, and his skin is reeking
with sweat. Before he has reached the smallest bundle of hay his strength
leaves him. He feels exhaustion begin to creep over him, and he retires to
the forest.

The king goes out hunting every day. One of his dogs carries food to
the hayfield, which has most unaccountably been neglected by the haymakers
for three days. The king, following the dog, discovers the fair damsel,
not exactly "in the straw," but up to her neck in hay. She is carried, hay
and all, to the palace, where she becomes his wife, making only one
stipulation before becoming his bride, and that is, that no beggar shall
be permitted to enter the palace.

After some years a beggar does get in, the beggar being, of course,
none other than her werewolf father. He steals upstairs, enters the
nursery, cuts the throats of the two children borne by the queen to her
lord, and lays the knife under her pillow.

In the morning, the king, supposing his wife to be the murderess,
drives her from home, with the dead princes hung about her neck. A hermit
comes to the rescue, and restores the babies to life. The king finds out
his mistake, is reunited to the lady out of the hay, and the werewolf is
cast off a high cliff into the sea, and that is the end of him.

The king, the queen, and the princes live happily, and may be living
yet, for no notice of their death has appeared in the newspaper.

Source: Sabine Baring-Gould, The Book of Werewolves: Being an
Account of a Terrible Superstition (London: Smith, Elder, and Company,
1865), pp. 124-128.